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My last column for Scroll on poetry was up some time last week.
Here it is.
It's too beautiful outside to be online, so.
Having mush for brains in the middle of this heatwave means that I forget to post things when they're out.
The Sideways Door's May response was up a few days ago. You can find it here.
I have been writing a series on poetry for Scroll and the penultimate column is up today.
How to write new ones is the real question. I'd rather fill a bathtub with ice and hide in it, rather like Tom Cruise (aargh!) in Minority Report.
The latest in my series on Scroll is now up. I was thinking of Tony Leung; I admit it.
Everything else - I can hardly bear to be on my laptop. It's so hot my wrists burn. Coping with summer takes more energy than I have.
The last two weeks of April were hellish. Two friends died within the space of a few days. Anxieties both specific and general tied in with what appeared to be disaster upon disaster made me want a cave rather badly.
It meant I was offline a lot and did not link to my columns as they appeared.
So here - rather belatedly, especially now it's time for the next prompt already - are the two things that appeared while I was away.
The April response column at The Sideways Door, in which I wrote about the poems people wrote when they woke up from a deep sleep.
And Part III of my series for Scroll on what makes me write poetry. Or something.
I'm hoping May will be better than April was, but not holding out too many hopes. At any rate, not having watched Avengers, I have Thoughts on what I think the film is, and if I am not too traumatised by this week, I may even air them.
I have been wrestling with the formatting of a poem and if I can't figure it out, I will scan it and put up an image.
In the meantime, what I thought was a fortnightly column for Scroll has apparently been changed into a weekly. The second column is now up here.
In it, I find myself talking once more about a teacher of mine, and Eliot and Leonard Cohen. Oh and AK Ramanujan.
Every other Wednesday, I will write a column in Scroll on my poetic influences. Or something - basically, I will write about whatever happens to catch my fancy that also has to do with poetry, however tangentially.
Here's the first one. It's on Rilke (whose poems you must read but whose photo you must avoid looking at if you possibly can).
(I really should aggregate these column in full on the blog, no? One day they'll disappear on the site and I won't be able to see what I wrote or where. Well, I will, but not online, and someone stop me from allowing words out of my mouth I can't seem to stop.)
Women's Day has come and gone and I tweeted a bunch of repulsive things that appeared in that day's Deccan Chronicle supplement. But other, more cheerful things also happened.
Scroll published poems by six poets and I was one of them. It's an unpublished poem and I am in good company.
Go read poems by Monica Mody, Karthika Nair, Kutty Revathi, Sharanya Manivannan, me and Nabina Das.